Through the whole dream it was night time out, and it felt a bit like "The Lost Highway". I was somewhere where the land was very flat, and it had the feel of being near a beach. The area was sparsely populated with things like a few service stations or dilapidated strip malls.
I was in a black car that felt something like an older muscle car. It was very clean and shiny with chrome accents. I wound up driving to some predetermined meeting point very slowly. I'm not entirely sure who or what I was supposed to be meeting there, but the meeting was brief and I was soon back at my original starting point. There were some other things that went on that I don't remember, but it eventually wound up being time to make a second trip. On this second trip, I was basically going off to be some sort of hero and face off against the Devil.
I was in the car again, and I was at an intersection and made a right hand turn. Even though I don't know what my plan was, I had a gut feeling that I knew exactly what I was doing.
While taking off, I noticed that the car had a manual transmission. I thew it into first gear and jumped on the gas. The car took off lightning fast, and despite only being in first gear, my speed increased quickly. As I ratcheted my way up through the gears, I took off faster and faster, eventually speeding off at over 600 miles per hour towards my encounter with the Devil.
I don't know how the encounter turned out, but some time later the dream changed over, and I was actually writing down the details of the dream within a new dream. Suddenly, and for seemingly no reason, I was scared awake, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw someone standing next to the bed.
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